Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Geoffrey's earlier seriousness faded away, replaced by fatherly warmth. His words brought Yvonne a little comfort.

"Dad, I understand."

"That's good. I'm really happy you came to have dinner with me tonight. I've asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes."

He didn't want Yvonne to discover that Sydney was there. However, Sydney was so exhausted from his torment that she wouldn't wake up, not even if thunder struck.

After Yvonne finished eating with him, she would leave. At that point, he would return to his room and continue sleeping with Sydney.

"Thank you, Dad." Yvonne smiled. "Dad, no matter what happens, remember that we're family and I'll always be your daughter. Even though you and Mom divorced, I know there must have been no way to continue living together, which is why you made that choice. The divorce is good for both of you. As your daughter, I just want you both to be happy. If one day you meet someone who can make you happy, you must tell me. I will support you."

Geoffrey smiled, gratified. "That's my girl! Don't worry. If that day ever comes, I'll tell you. And no matter what, your mother will always hold an important place in my heart. She's a good woman." Though that place had nothing to do with love.

Geoffrey had only ever loved one woman in his life. His feelings had never changed.

As for Xyla, what he felt most for her was guilt. Though he was selfish, cold, and ruthless, he was still human.

so much for him, keeping many things hidden. Even

gratitude toward her, but

his love, and that was something

Xyla, he could still live with her. But in the end, Xyla couldn't

couldn't explain all this to Yvonne, as his relationship with

Geoffrey, and the father and daughter chatted and laughed.

and rarely involved in her life, but tonight, the father and daughter duo

an ordinary father, doting on his daughter, rather than the high-and-mighty chairman. They had also

to the restroom. I'll

waved his hand. "Go

out of the

upward and, seeing no one,

father's bedroom door, she pressed her ear against it. Then, cautiously, she gripped the doorknob and quietly opened a crack. She peeked inside. On the bed lay a woman curled on her side,

felt like a bolt of lightning had struck

down, and her shoulder was exposed, clearly indicating she

woman. Who is she? Is she the mistress who caused